It comes and goes in waves



If I find in myself desires nothing in this world can satisfy,
I can only conclude that I was not made for here

 If the flesh that I fight is at best only light and momentary,
then of course I'll feel nude when to where I'm destined I'm compared

Speak to me in the light of the dawn
Mercy comes with the morning
I will sigh and with all creation groan as I wait for hope to come for me

For we, we are not long here
Our time is but a breath, so we better breathe it

- Brooke Fraser

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